Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1355: Submit or Not? Obey or Be Beaten into Submission

"So, if I assist you in taming this Angry Dragon Beast, would that signify the completion of the third task?" Han Yan inquired, seeking clarification.

"That would indeed be the case, but are you certain you’re not jesting?" Yan Zishu responded with considerable suspicion.

His skepticism was certainly understandable. He had dedicated thirty arduous years to the endeavor of taming this very Angry Dragon Beast, exhausting numerous Beast Taming Techniques only to face repeated failure. To witness this young girl possessing such remarkable Alchemy and Sword Casting skills was already astounding; how could she possibly also command Beast Taming Techniques?

"There is absolutely no jesting involved," Han Yan asserted with unwavering confidence.

"Provided you help me pacify this Exotic Beast, I shall exert my entire being to mend your companion," Yan Zishu declared decisively, recognizing the dire urgency of the situation and seeing no alternative but to trust her.

While his initial inclination was not to impose undue difficulty upon her, the condition had been put forth by Han Yan herself, absolving him of any blame in the matter.

"Furthermore, my methods for Beast Taming may differ from conventional approaches. Please observe without interfering," Han Yan cautioned once more.

Yan Zishu offered a nod in agreement. Given his prior decision to eliminate the Angry Dragon Beast to safeguard the members of the Yan Family, he had no intention of intervening. Moreover, he harbored a profound curiosity regarding Han Yan’s unique approach to Beast Taming.

Having spoken, Han Yan proceeded toward the Angry Dragon Beast. After a few strides, she paused and turned to address the elder, querying, "By the way, do you have any final words to offer this time around?"

The elder’s countenance flushed with embarrassment, and he found himself too mortified to utter a single syllable. Having been subjected to repeated humiliations by Han Yan, he harbored no desire for further masochistic encounters.

Before long, Han Yan stood directly before the formidable Angry Dragon Beast.

The ferocious roars of the Angry Dragon Beast momentarily ceased, and it tilted its head in a gesture of bewilderment, fixing its gaze upon Han Yan as if questioning why such a diminutive human would voluntarily approach certain death.

"I shall grant you an opportunity: willingly enter into the Heaven and Earth Contract with him, and I shall permit your departure," Han Yan stated, gesturing towards Yan Zishu as she addressed the beast.

The Angry Dragon Beast’s eyes widened, and it regarded Han Yan with an expression clearly conveying its assessment of her as an imbecile. It had, after all, fully comprehended her words. The capacity for understanding was common among high-level exotic beasts, and even if not innate, its thirty years of proximity to Yan Zishu would have facilitated such comprehension.

"Roar... roar... roar..." The Angry Dragon Beast abruptly craned its neck and let out a series of roars, though these lacked any trace of animosity, instead sounding akin to bursts of laughter.

Indeed, it was roaring with laughter, convulsing with mirth to the point of doubling over and clutching its abdomen, nearly gasping for air.

For a beast of the Angry Dragon Beast's caliber, a top-tier exotic creature, Han Yan's words constituted the most ludicrous jest imaginable.

Amidst its uproarious laughter, the Angry Dragon Beast leisurely surveyed Han Yan’s petite frame, its mind contemplating the most efficient method: Should this oblivious little creature be dispatched with a single, swift blow, or perhaps two?

"Oh, it can laugh; how utterly adorable," Han Yan remarked with a tone of pleasant surprise.

Behind her, Yan Zishu’s face drained of color. Adorable? She actually described the Angry Dragon Beast as adorable? This creature was infamous for its ferocity among all exotic beasts, and having personally ventured into the treacherous Longyan Mountain range, Yan Zishu understood its savage nature far better than anyone. The notion of associating such a beast with the word

Yan Zishu watched with a pallid countenance as the Fierce Dragon Beast hurtled towards Han Yan, her heart filled with apprehension.

"Alas, I truly did not wish for this outcome, but you have courted this fate yourself, so do not hold me accountable," Han Yan declared with a sigh, her pronouncement leaving Yan Zishu and the surrounding onlookers utterly bewildered.

Immediately subsequent to her words, the Fierce Dragon Beast came to an abrupt halt, its subsequent movements noticeably lethargic.

Before the spectators could even begin to process the unfolding events, Han Yan launched herself skyward, bringing her foot down with force upon the Fierce Dragon Beast's head.

With a resounding 'thud', the creature plummeted to the earth, its paw, which had been raised for a strike, continuing its descent with agonizing slowness, stretching the tension among the onlookers.

Utilizing the rebound from her initial impact, Han Yan soared upwards once more, landing with significant weight, her foot once again planted firmly on the dragon beast's countenance.

Denying the beast any moment of recovery, Han Yan attacked anew, unleashing a relentless flurry of punches and kicks.

During the chaotic exchange, a peculiar beast, akin to a miniature feline, materialized beside her. It bounced off the Fierce Dragon Beast's face, striking and kicking with its tiny paws, which spun with blurring speed like pinwheels as they raked across the dragon beast's visage.

"How dare you show disrespect to our master?" it shrieked, spittle flying, "I shall scratch your face until it blossoms like a peach, then you shall comprehend the reason for the redness of flowers!"

Though diminutive in size, its claws possessed a fearsome sharpness, each swipe leaving deep gashes upon the Fierce Dragon Beast's face, eliciting sprays of crimson blood.

The Fierce Dragon Beast's descending claw finally met its target, not striking Han Yan, but instead clutching its own head tightly as a piteous whimper escaped its maw.

Yan Zishu and the others observed, their eyes wide with disbelief, utterly bereft of speech.